Tomaress watched in envy as the baker with his cart handed out hot fried dough crusted in toasted sugar to the first form students from his expansive time crystal box. They tossed the treats from hand to hand, exclaiming over the heat and stuffing their mouths, then sucking in air to cool it as they swallowed. It was a treat for the class, for completing their spelling challenge with high scores, and he choked back tears to watch how much they enjoyed it without him, even though he had scored as well as any of them.

Author's Notes

A result of the October Muse Fusion, this came from a prompt by Lorna Cowie, who gave me 'Fried Dough' and 'Toasted Sugar.'